"No I can't see," Matt answered softly, "lost my vision when I was a kid. But my other senses are... Enhanced."
He took a swig of his beer as he considered how much he really wanted Frank to know. There was always a chance they'd end up on opposite sides again. Still, seemed like Frank had retired his guns. At least for now. The smell of gunpowder was a distant memory on the other man's hands.
"They say everyone who loses one of their senses has the rest step up to compensate but mine are... Well let's just say I know which fabric conditioner you use," he shrugged be left it at that. Keep a few secrets. Like how he could sense if Frank was lying and how he'd been able to smell the other man's adrenaline the last time they'd fought.
"You didn't see me cause I quit. For a while. Karen and Foggy they, well, they didn't like the idea of me running around fighting bad guys," he said, then with a grin added, "Plus some maniac shot me in the head."